2011/01/11

Road to Perdition - 2011/01/11

Now is the time when jesters will emergeOut from the wood work they shall springEver arrogant they simply taunt and jeerThrowing barbs with a quick poison stingSo they walk sowing deep fields of greenWith dead liquid rancor they proliferateWe downplay while attempting to so avoidFueling their hatred for all we venerate

Grunts in lines march with dark templarsWicked katanas drawn with shields raisedMuttering prayers if only to invoke painOn the silent dead via those hate crazedSilently we see allowing it to transcendAs we make no motion to rise and preventSo onward they march unhindered by senseAllowed to disseminate their damn intent

Shall a solution to primitive fear ariseIf every sensible mind turns a blind eyeBy what hands shall it be crafted if nowWe stand by idle hoping it will just diePlaying the voyeur amidst insolent chaosAs horrid fools spray random incoherenceNever obstructs a disease from spreadingFor it is unhindered by stout resistance